Chapter 23 Bandits

"Brave man!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man caught up with me from behind, bowed and smiled, and greeted me.

Fang Zhixing tilted his head to look at the other person. He was wearing animal skins, had a rough face, a beard, and a hunting knife on his waist. It was obvious that this man was a serious hunter.

He said, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I am from 'Cattle Village', not a refugee. I am going to the market town with a few companions to sell animal skins. I just saw the warrior attack, and his knife skills were really beautiful. I want to form a group with you, walk together, and help each other. What do you think?"

Fang Zhixing looked back and immediately saw a flatbed truck with a yellow ox pulling it in front and four large wooden boxes stacked on the truck.

There were five men in animal skins surrounding the car. The oldest one had white hair and beard and deep wrinkles on his face.

Fang Zhixing didn't know these people, and didn't want to cause trouble, so he said flatly: "Thank you for the invitation, but it's not necessary."

The middle-aged man heard this and said, "The hill ahead is in chaos. I heard there are bandits and mobs blocking the road. I'm afraid it will be difficult for a warrior to escape alone."

Fang Zhixing's mind was moved, but he still shook his head and said, "I have a companion, we are just separated temporarily, you and I should go our separate ways."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man looked disappointed, but he didn't insist.

In this way, Fang Zhixing quickened his pace and got rid of those hunters.

After a moment, he suddenly left the main road and entered the woods beside the road, quickly moving through the woods.

"Here it is."

Fang Zhixing stopped at the edge of a steep slope and looked around to check if there was any danger.

Then he took the pot out of the broken bamboo basket, picked up some firewood, and made a fire to cook.

The little dog was alert all around, smacking its lips, savoring the taste carefully.

Soon, the meal was ready.

One person and one dog enjoyed their meal happily.

While the little dog was eating the delicious rice, his mind was always reminiscing about another taste. Suddenly, he felt that the bacon rice was not so fragrant.

After filling his stomach, Fang Zhixing set out again, took a detour, and then returned to the main road.

As he was walking, a few foolish refugees tried to rob him, but he hacked them to death in no time.

About two or three hours later, I looked up!

Fang Zhixing saw a huge red mountain, with maple forests all over the mountain, the forests were colorful and beautiful like a painting.

A group of refugees staggered and staggered up the mountain.

Fang Zhixing cheered himself up, holding his bow and sword, blending into the crowd, and climbing the mountain step by step.

"The bandits are coming!"

“Run! Run!”

As the group climbed halfway up the mountain, they heard shouting.

Immediately, many people ran down from the top of the mountain, pushing and shoving each other, causing a great commotion.

Some people unfortunately fell and their bodies rolled down the hillside, either hitting big trees or rolling all the way down.

In the chaos, several people seemed to have discussed it beforehand and suddenly rushed over from all directions, taking the opportunity to pounce on Fang Zhixing, the little dog, and the donkey.

"careful!"

Fang Zhixing was well prepared. When he transmitted the message, he drew his bow and shot two arrows, which pierced the chests of the two men.

Then he drew his sword from its sheath, man and sword became one, and the sword flashed.

The blade turned and cut the other man's arm.

Puff! Then, someone rushed behind him and hugged him with open arms.

Fang Zhixing half-knelt on the ground, his muscles tensed and his strength burst out. He broke free from the man's embrace and slashed with his backhand.

Before that person falls, Fang Zhixing stands up from the ground!

At the same time, the thin dog whimpered and roared, moved flexibly, jumped to a person's feet, and bit his ankle.

In a blink of an eye, people fell down around them, blood was everywhere, and wailing was heard everywhere.

"Who else?!"

Fang Zhixing stood with a knife in his hand, his body covered in blood, glaring in all directions, intimidating the world.

Seeing how powerful and ruthless Fang Zhixing was, the group of refugees who were waiting for an opportunity were terrified and retreated in fear.

A refugee gnashed his teeth and shouted, "How can you be considered a hero if you bully unarmed refugees like us? If you have the guts, rush to the top of the mountain and kill those bandits."

Whoosh! Fang Zhixing drew his bow and released the arrow in one go.

Puff! The man who was shouting was pierced through the head by an arrow and fell straight down.

"Fuck, you don't have any vision at all. Who gave you the illusion that I'm a hero?"

Fang Zhixing licked his bloody lips.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The surroundings were as silent as a mouse, no one dared to breathe, and they looked at Fang Zhixing with great awe.

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing looked at someone and asked, "How many bandits are there on the top of the mountain?"

The man was one of the people who ran down from the top of the mountain. He replied, "I don't know. The bandits are hiding in the woods and demanding money from all of us. If we don't give them, they will come out and kill people, and then disappear without a trace."

Fang Zhixing seemed to be thinking about something when he heard this.

"Brave man, can you spare me a moment to talk?"

At this time, a middle-aged man on the hillside waved.

Fang Zhixing looked up and found that the man was the hunter from Xiaoniu Village whom he had met before.

He walked over.

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zhixing, who was covered in blood, with a slightly nervous expression. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and said with a flattering smile: "Please come this way. I'll introduce some friends to you, warrior."

Fang Zhixing saw three elderly people gathered under a big tree.

One of them was an old man from Xiaoniu Village, and I had never seen the other two.

The middle-aged man introduced: "This is the chief of Shuiniu Village. He went to the market town to sell iron ore. This is the chief of Heiniu Village. He has several carts of cotton and needs to exchange them for food."

The two old men nodded. They had just witnessed Fang Zhixing slaughtering everyone in sight, and fear and awe could not help but well up in their eyes.

When Fang Zhixing saw this situation, he knew that they wanted to join forces to break through the bandits' blockade.

Asked: "How much do you know about those bandits?"

The head of the Shuiniu Village said, "The group of bandits on the mountain are actually a group of rioters. They know that this mountain is the only way to get to Xiaoqinghe Town, so they blocked the road here and robbed people."

Fang Zhixing asked again: "Then what do you want to do?"

The three elderly men looked at each other, and the village chief Xiao Niu responded, "Our idea is to talk to the bandit leader first. If we can't reach an agreement, we can break in by force."

Fang Zhixing said, "Okay, you guys go talk first. If the talks fail, I'll go through with you guys."

The three elderly men couldn't help but tense up when they heard this.

In fact, they wanted to bring Fang Zhixing along for the negotiations. Having such a tough guy around could give them courage.

But they didn't expect Fang Zhixing to have seen through their little tricks...

"All right!"

The three elderly men looked at each other, climbed to the top of the mountain and shouted, "Which friend of the bandit leader is this? Come out and have a chat."

The red maple forest sways in the wind.

(End of this chapter)